speak to me, fair maid!

[eledncr-blog]

♂ - … My muse’s father

send a symbol for a drabble // accepting.          

          She’s mesmerized by his lyre; blue eyes wide in awe as he continues to pluck strings.  He should have known that their love for music would be inherited.  For all there was in the world nothing brought his people, his family, together like it did, and he was grateful for it.

          The last note of the song faded softly, and the girl’s hands clapped furiously together as she demanded another.  Dorn set aside the lyre laughing, “Maerad, you know as well as I that you were meant to be sleeping already.  Don’t pout, my lily-pad!”  His heart tugged at the jutting lip, the watering eyes, but that trick has already pulled two additional songs from him.  His daughter could play him as well as he could play the lyre.  

          “Tomorrow, I promise to play more.  If I keep you up any longer your mother will have my head.”  His face twisted to one of panic, throwing a fearful glance over his shoulder as if Milana would come jumping out from behind a wardrobe.  Maerad giggled.

          Dorn tucked his child in, mindful not to catch her messy hair as he leaned down to kiss her forehead.  “Goodnight, my Maerad,” he whispered, fixing the covers once more before getting up.  By the time he’d gathered his lyre into his arms the girl was fast asleep.  He chuckled at that.  Her stubbornness, like the music, was inherited, too, though that particular trait was tossed between him and his wife through jests.

[absoluterpmemetrash]

send me a symbol and i will write a drabble about my muse from the point of view of…

FAMILY

♂ - … My muse’s father ♀ - … My muse’s mother ⚥ - … My muse’s sibling ❦ - … My muse’s child ❤ - … My muse’s significant other ¿ - … A member of my muse’s extended family

FRIENDS

✰ - … My muse’s best friend ✦ - … Someone my muse admires ✧ - … Someone who admires my muse ✐ - … My muse’s favorite coworker/classmate ← - … My muse’s childhood friend ⌚ - … A friend my muse has not met yet

OTHERS

✉ - … My muse’s neighbor ✍ - … My muse’s boss ☼ - … Someone my muse sees every day ✈ - … Someone my muse commutes with ✂ - … Someone who dislikes my muse ↥ - … Someone who is attracted to my muse

SELF

♡ - … My muse’s younger self ♥ - … My muse’s older self ✘ - … An AU version of my muse ✿ - … My muse on a good day ♠ - … My muse on a bad day ✞ - Any version of my muse (asker specifies)

[justanotherrpmeme]

Scared

“I’m scared” “You’re not scared, are you?” “Are you frightened?” “You can’t frighten me” “There’s nothing to be afraid of” “Are you scared of me?” “I don’t want you to be afraid of me” “You don’t need to be afraid of this” “Why are you so scared?” “I’m scared to death” “Doesn’t anything scare you?” “I’m not afraid” “I’m not trying to scare you” “Do I frighten you?” “Why aren’t you afraid of me?” “What’s your biggest fear?” “You gotta be afraid of something” “It’s designed to scare you” “There’s no need to be afraid” “I don’t want to scare you away” “Are you scared?” “I don’t scare easily” “There’s nothing wrong with being afraid” “You terrify me” “Don’t be scared”

[imthelcstprincess]

       QUESTION: you’re on a flight home from australia, and you don’t think anything of it.  it’s a typical flight, with attendants and a pilot and passengers.   when suddenly, the plane falls.  everything goes dark, and everyone is screaming from fright.  you wake up, stranded on a desert island with the rest of the survivors.  what do you do?

                         this is a group verse based off the show lost.  

verse rules:

please remember that this is a group verse where survivors are on a desert island, so there’s no technology!!

you do not need to have seen the show to be part of this group verse!

canons and ocs are welcome!! 

the tag for this verse is gv; they’re not the survivors they think they are.  please track it so you’re able to see posts from group members!!  also, group bios, starter calls, headcanons, etc. are not mandatory, but they are encouraged to be posted within the tag as well!!

that said, please post a bio about your characters life before the crash, and after the crash, within the tag!!!

this is a human verse so please have a human fc!!

no hate or ooc drama!!   please be nice and courteous to one another!

when applying, please specify if you what your character to be one of the others ( they won’t be included in the verse if there are none, though!! )

i think that’s it for now!!!

APPLY HERE with:

character name ( face claim ), age, what they did before the crash, what their duties are on the island ( hunting, fishing, etc. ), where they’re from originally / written by name, age, timezone, pronouns, favorite color  

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[eledncr-blog]

imthelcstprincess:

“It’s mainly because I’m biased,” she finally admitted, a light chuckle passing her lips.  She was normally too stubborn to admit something like that, but honestly she thought it was obvious considering she lived in Corona - that she’s the Princess of Corona!  Of course she would be biased.

“It’s so hard for me not to get one for myself when I walk by the bakery.  Especially when they’ve just been baked.  —-  How about this: my treat!  This way if you don’t like it you didn’t waste your money.”

          Maerad grinned at the other’s good humor, and what little tension she had been holding melted away.  For the short time she’d been in this new kingdom, Corona, she was already growing to love it.

          “Oh, please, you don’t have to do that!”  Her expression was almost comical, blue eyes widening in alarm.  “By the way you’ve described them there’s no doubt that I will like them!”

[eledncr-blog]

totheband:

     it’s an extreme rarity for dewey to be walking anywhere — to school, to the park, even around horace green, without his headphones on & blasting obnoxiously loud  (as in, to the extent where everyone in a minimal five-foot radius could hear what he’s jamming out to.)   but seeing someone playing prompts and immediate stop.    (as someone who’s had his fair stint as a street musician, he’s got a special appreciation for non-professionals playing in public.)   & the headphones are promptly shoved off.

     she offers him a space on the bench and he takes it.  (truth be told, he’d have taken the slip of room regardless;  it isn’t as if he has any sense of personal space to begin with.)  and grins, gesturing to the guitar.

    ❛   how long’ve you been playin?   ❜

          his simple question catches her off guard. not for its content, it’s simple enough answer, but because she hadn’t expected a conversation to crop up. her gaze turns to the simple acoustic, worn from the years.  maerad hesitates for a moment, sidling a little farther to turn somewhat towards him, before answering.

          ❝ since i was a kid. i’ve taken some lessons before, when i was seven, but it’s been years. i mostly play for myself now. ❞

[eledncr-blog]

MUSE RESUME

Name: Maerad of Pellinor Age: 16 Species: Human, Bard Gender: Female Orientation: Demiromantic, Demisexual Profession: Bard, Student

- Physical -

Body Type: Thin Eyes: Blue Skin: Fair Height: 5′4″ Weight: Underweight; she’s gaining some now that she’s being properly fed

FC: Tentatively using Odeya Rush. Mostly using faceless icons or no icons.

- Key Skills -

Intelligence: 7/10 Charisma: 5/10 Agility: 8/10

- Likes -

Colours: Blues & greens Smells: Lilies, nature, rain, stables Food: Candied chestnuts Fruits: Apples Drinks: Medhyl Alcoholic Drinks:  Lardhel, Cherry Cordial Favourites: Music

- Others -

Smoke: No Drugs: No

[timbllr]

via weheartit

[fudemushi]

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[eledncr-blog]

@chainsxwsmile​ // starter call.

          Far over the widening horizon Maerad spotted Ilion, the Dawn Star.  A sigh long withheld finally escaped in a rush of relief, familiarly of the lightening skies comforting her.  The clearing she’d come across offered a limited view of the sky above and a narrow path to the rocky beaches below.  

          Her legs were heavy with exhaustion, and her pack slumped its way off her shoulders to the ground.  She almost followed suit, but the girl was determined to clean some grime from her person.  The path was easy navigating, but picking her way to the water had taken some time; loose rocks threatened to twist an ankle.  Still she made it in one piece, dropping to her knees at the waters edge, the sword strapped to her side banging around from the rough treatment.  The salt water brought on a grimace, but it still felt nice to wash away the hours sweat and dirt.

          So preoccupied was she on her task, Maerad didn’t notice the warnings of something approaching.  Something big.  Maerad had just rocked back to her haunches,  privately enjoying the view, when a flock of gulls suddenly took to the sky.  Quick as a dog her focus snapped to attention and hurriedly she stood up, cursing her inattentiveness. 

          ❝ Who’s there? ❞ It’s foolish to ask; either someone will answer or no one will.  Neither option meant for certain that no one was around.  

[eledncr-blog]

short starter call. i only have two verses for maerad so far –not including the catch-all verse— so please bare with me !!

[eledncr-blog]

@ponchothief // starter call.

         ❝ why are you... ?  did you lose a bet? ❞

maerad’s arms folded across her chest as her head tilted in confusion. there aren’t any words to quite describe what she’s looking at.  mostly because she’s not quite sure what she is looking at.  a man, so it seemed, dressed as a giant... rabbit?  butterfly?

[eledncr-blog]

imthelcstprincess:

“You won’t be disappointed, to say the least.  In fact, I guarantee that you’ll thank me for giving you the suggestion.”  That’s how confident she was about these brownies, and she gave the stranger another smile.

“They’re —  they’re soft, and chewy on the inside.  Especially when they’re fresh out of the oven, they practically melt in your mouth.  But the outside?  Very crunchy.  Seriously, the best type of brownie.”

“You certainly make them sound worthwhile! If I wasn’t sure about trying them before, you’ve sold me now,” she grinned. The good-nature of the other was infectious, and Maerad lost all pretense of hesitancy. Perhaps this visit wouldn’t be all for naught after all.

“If I’m going to be thanking you afterwards, does that mean you’re getting one, too?”

[eledncr-blog]

                  ❝  I am Maerad, as you’ve already heard.❞

     ❝ When i was little, I lived with my mother and father in a place like this. I remember it,         but not very well. My mother was called Milana and my father was called Dorn. But         then men came with swords, and they burned my home and killed my father, and they         took me away with my mother. We went to be slaves in Gilman’s Cot, near the Landrost         in the mountains. My mother died there. I was a slave until Cadvan came there seven         days ago and freed me and brought me here. ❞

     ❝ Cadvan says I am a Bard and that I have the Gift, but I don’t know if that is true. i just         wanted to be free from Gilman. I was going to die there, in that place. But now that I’m         here I don’t know what I want. To be a Bard, maybe. Like my mother. ❞

                                           personals please do not reblog                      private & selective // maerad of pellinor // the books of pellinor

[eledncr-blog]

@totheband // starter call.

               ❝ uh, sorry, i can make some room... ? ❞

          a curious, wary glance is thrown to the stranger as she slides further down the park bench, fingers curling protectively around the neck of her guitar. it’s not a normal occurrence for her to bring it out of the school, but the suffocating atmosphere --the stares, the whispers--- had grown too much for her. and having the choice ( freedom ) to do as she pleased now... she’d taken advantage to search for a haven.

          that haven had been a park across the street filled with people lolling about. it’d been nice to watch them going about their business though her heart panged with... with something. it hadn’t taken her long after to start playing, plucking & humming a tune she’d heard long ago. she didn’t know how long she’d been playing out there nor was she aware of the few people who’d paused on their ways to listen. not until the man had stopped, gotten too close for her to ignore.

[eledncr-blog]

imthelcstprincess:

Clasping her hands together in front of her, the blonde’s lips spread in a wide smile, nodding her head in response to her question.  “Yeah, they’re brownies!”  Rapunzel was bias, she usually leaned toward cookies - they were her favorite thing to bake, and the bakery in the marketplace had some of the best.  But she couldn’t deny how amazing the brownies smelled - especially when they were fresh out of the oven!

“They’re possibly the best brownies on this planet.”  Again – biased.  “Would you like some?”

Her stomach grumbled again, and Maerad was grateful for the noisy street. A smile, small and unsure, crossed her lips. “Well, if they’re the best on the planet? I think I’d like to taste that for myself.”

“What are they like?” she asked with some embarrassment. “I’ve never had one before. At least, not that I can remember.”

[eledncr-blog]

imthelcstprincess:

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Rapunzel held her head up, lightly sniffing the air; the streets of Corona were so packed, the sounds of chatter filling the air, the smell of freshly baking treats consuming everyone.  She imagined it made everyone feel hungry for dessert - it certainly did for her!  “Don’t you just LOVE the smell of freshly baked brownies in the afternoon?” she voiced, directed at no one in particular, her voice cheerful as always.

Maerad’s neck was beginning to hurt as she wandered through the crowded streets.  She’d been craning it this way and that taking in the sights of this new kingdom, this Corona.  It was just as magnificent as she’d heard, and the cheerful mood of its people put a grin on her face.  The air was full of enticing aromas, one in particular that had caused her stomach to rumble.  She’d just begun to wonder what on earth the delicious treat could be when the woman beside her spoke up.

“Is that what that is?  Brownies?” she asked in wonder, turning the new word over in her mind as she turned questioningly towards the other.  “They smell wonderful!”